Pocahontas was still distressed from the گزشتہ events in the day. John suggested she go outside for some fresh air. She accepted and he gladly went along with her. The atmosphere was nice. Pocahontas looked at her bump. It was TINY for it to be in a 5 ماہ range. John chuckled. "It'll get bigger with time." he said.
Meeko came dashing towards Pocahontas and examined the bump. Pocahontas laughed. "It still needs time to grow, Meeko." she کہا sweetly. "Have آپ thought of any names?" John asked. "I've thought about Steps High." Pocahontas answered. "I like that." John replied. "What names have آپ thought of, John?" Pocahontas asked. "I've thought about Elizabeth for a girl." John answered. "I love that one!" Pocahontas beamed.
"I've also thought about Mace for a boy." John confessed. "You come up with the best names!" Pocahontas replied. "I do what I can." John کہا casually. "I can't wait for the little one to meet Ping!" Pocahontas کہا in excitement. "He یا she will be here before آپ know it." John replied. "I hope you're right!" Pocahontas stated. "John smiled.
He and Pocahontas were secretly Ping's godparents. They kept it hidden for the sake of Merida's feelings. They were going to tell her, but because of what just happened, she'd regret meeting Pocahontas in the first place. "I better go check on Merida." Pocahontas stated. She walked inside and slowly to Merida's room. "Wingapo. How are آپ feeling?" she asked. "My head's killin' me." Merida answered.
Pocahontas briefly left the room and got Merida a warm rag with a side of Grandmother Willow's special bark. "It'll help with the pain and intensity." she کہا about the bark. She sprinkled the bark on Merida's forehead and put the rag on after. She suddenly looked down at the floor. "What is it?" Merida asked. "Me and John are Ping's godparents." Pocahontas confessed. "You are, are you?" Merida replied.
Pocahontas was actually a bit surprised she didn't lash out. "Please don't be angry." she said. "I'm not angry." Merida replied. "It's just that...I need to stop bein' so sensitive." she confessed. Pocahontas put a hand on her shoulder. "Merida, we're all sensitive every now and then." she said. "But I'M sensitive all the time." Merida butted in.
"We just have to learn to corner our sensitivity." Pocahontas stated. Merida looked up alittle, being careful to not accidentally have the rag drop. "We look at what bothers us the most and we corner it." Pocahontas directed. Merida was mind-blown. It wasn't Pocahontas keeping secrets from her anymore. It was the sensitivity itself with the anger that came with it. Merida instantly realized that was the thing that bothered her, and that she had to do something about it once and for all.